[ sam had known, even when he sent the note to geralt that it was happening, that he likely wouldn't attend. they've discussed enough of these workings, know enough of each other's opinions, that sam wasn't expecting to see him at all. that, on top of knowing (or at least having an educated guess) as to what's driven geralt out into the desert this time around... sam wasn't expecting a fight to break out. sam wasn't expecting to need an extra set of eyes. so, when he looked up to see geralt's white hair off in the corner of the room as sam was answering one of the new summoned's questions...well. it catches him a bit off-guard. not enough to send off alarm bells, not enough to make him think something is wrong, but it does.
that's when geralt moves around the outer edge of the gathering, heads to the other side of the house, and sam...well. he hands things off to stephen for the moment and follows. because if geralt did show up, it had to be for something. he didn't come to a town hall to discuss politics and war just to hang out.
he snorts a bit at geralt's comment, though. ] Yeah, you really missed out. I got applause and everything. [ and then he sees geralt's eyes flick to the door, realizes what the gesture means, and tilts his head to the stairs. ] Follow me.
[ the house itself is old, built by sam's grandfather some time ago, and even this horizon counterpart holds true to all its charm. the stairs aren't incredibly wide, and the wood creaks under their feet as they move upstairs. a few moments later sam is opening the door to his room - a door that has remained locked, a place sam doesn't always spend as much time, and he moves in - leaving the door open for geralt to shut behind him.
the room itself is a strange amalgamation of a few feelings - it's a bedroom, that much is certain, with a queen bed tucked along one side. it gives off the feeling of almost being a childhood room, but also not exactly, some modern furnishings and flairs. it almost feels like an apartment in washington dc, or a more urban area, not that geralt would know the difference. there are pictures in this room, too, though where the frames that litter the house are old and full of families, these are more intimate - sam, and usually one other. the photo of riley that he still keeps back home, a photo of him and steve he's not even sure was actually taken. natasha, his parents, vision. memories of those he's lost, tucked back away in a space he doesn't keep open. but included in them are others - him and mal, him and amos. people he's likely to never see again.
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that's when geralt moves around the outer edge of the gathering, heads to the other side of the house, and sam...well. he hands things off to stephen for the moment and follows. because if geralt did show up, it had to be for something. he didn't come to a town hall to discuss politics and war just to hang out.
he snorts a bit at geralt's comment, though. ] Yeah, you really missed out. I got applause and everything. [ and then he sees geralt's eyes flick to the door, realizes what the gesture means, and tilts his head to the stairs. ] Follow me.
[ the house itself is old, built by sam's grandfather some time ago, and even this horizon counterpart holds true to all its charm. the stairs aren't incredibly wide, and the wood creaks under their feet as they move upstairs. a few moments later sam is opening the door to his room - a door that has remained locked, a place sam doesn't always spend as much time, and he moves in - leaving the door open for geralt to shut behind him.
the room itself is a strange amalgamation of a few feelings - it's a bedroom, that much is certain, with a queen bed tucked along one side. it gives off the feeling of almost being a childhood room, but also not exactly, some modern furnishings and flairs. it almost feels like an apartment in washington dc, or a more urban area, not that geralt would know the difference. there are pictures in this room, too, though where the frames that litter the house are old and full of families, these are more intimate - sam, and usually one other. the photo of riley that he still keeps back home, a photo of him and steve he's not even sure was actually taken. natasha, his parents, vision. memories of those he's lost, tucked back away in a space he doesn't keep open. but included in them are others - him and mal, him and amos. people he's likely to never see again.
sam turns back to geralt, now, brow lifted. ]
Everything okay? [ he has to ask. ]